The trains are our only source of transportation. By us I mean the uniques. And now I'm sitting here all alone with only the rattle of the tracks to to fill my mind, and to keep me from going insane.
I stare at the half moon. The only light in this emptiness. I have no clue where I am but all I know is that we are in the middle of nowhere. Huh nowhere. what a nice concept. Nowhere equals no one which equals no running, no shooting, no fear, no pain... That seems nice.
I let my mind drift to all the possibilities of the new life I could build. Then, we come to a stop. I shoot up from my seat looking out the window, and see no light emanating from a possible nearby train station. Only the ominous light the moon brings. That peaks my suspicion.
I decide to sit back down and cover half of my face in my grey, oversized, sweatshirt. This way I could see what stopped us without getting recognized.
In that moment the ear-splitting sound of metal against metal, shakes my mind an causes me to loose balance (even though I'm already in a chair). Then as quickly as it came it stopped. I am now hunched over. Beads of sweat covering my hair line. I feel something wet over my top lip. I wipe it off, only to see thick blood cover the end of my sweatshirt.
I regain consciousness and shoot back up so I don't look suspicious. On the other side of the train I spot a little boy, about 8 to 10 years old. He's grabbing his head and shaking it viciously. I see his face glistening in the erie lights the train gives off. I automatically assume it's from sweat. I look closer and see that it's from his eyes and the snot that is running down his face. He's in absolute terror. Now I notice everyone else in the train car. They are all looking at him in complete shock. Maybe they didn't hear it.
I feel horrible for the little kid, but I couldn't risk being caught, so I turn my head and look out the window. As I turn my head I see a dark figure is looking my way and I almost let out a yelp. Almost. I look away for a second and it begins to step closer, and closer, and closer.
Then out of the blue it crashes through my window and I am sprawling on the ground. The wind got knocked out of me, and that gave it enough time to end up on top of me. At this point I'm kicking, screaming, and biting. Then I realize a bar is right behind the dark figure. I muster up my "ability" and reach out for it, beckoning it to come forward and knock the figure unconscious. It shakes almost giving in, then it snaps. It's hurling towards us at an unknown speed. The figure moves out of the way just in time. I look over to the young boy in the last second and he smiles. Then, everything goes black.
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Uniques
Science FictionFreaks. That's what the uniques are. born with.....unnatural tendencies. They are always on the run. They could end up getting hurt or even worse, they could die. Aspen is one of these "freaks." She is a stow away on her journey to a peaceful place...